There were no stars or moons in the bloody sky, and there was no trace of dawn, and the entire city was shrouded in a slaughtering red light.
On the streets and between the buildings, countless monsters and ghosts poured out from the dark gaps, instantly turning the world into hell.
Like a particularly absurd and cruel dream.
Police planes circled in the air:
“… residents are asked to stay at home, block doors and windows, and do not leave their rooms…”
How pale.
Everyone knows that walls and doors cannot stop monsters and ghosts, but the monsters on the streets and in the open are even more terrifying. There may be a chance of survival if they hide, but once they escape, they will surely die.
After finding that the situation was wrong, the Administration contacted the police and the military as quickly as possible, and sent members of the Combat Section to each block to teach them how to use props to fight Specter as quickly as possible.
However, they have never encountered such an enemy, and they have never received relevant training. They even know for the first time that those dark, strange and disgusting creatures do not only exist in their childhood fantasies .
There is a shortage of weapons and supplies to deal with supernatural beings.
They could only grasp human weapons and stared at the various monsters that seemed to have crawled out of a nightmare.
There are a total of 150 members of the Combat Section resident in the city of M, and the other non-frontline branch members who can barely be regarded as combat members add up to less than 200.
But what they faced was a black supernatural army, sweeping towards the real world like a tsunami.
It was overwhelming terror, suffocating despair.
The asphalt road cracked a huge gap, making a cracking sound, and a monster with foul-smelling mud flowing all over its body climbed out from below the ground. It was three stories high, and its tentacles made of mud fell heavily on the ground. , the spider web-like cracks spread instantly.
Below it, is a small human team.
"Fire!" shouted the leader.
The fire of the shot lit up in the dark street, but the specially-made bullets sank deep into the monster's body like a mud ox into the sea.
Enraged, it let out a deafening growl.
The road shattered under the weight like cardboard, and the surrounding floors trembled.
"Retreat! Retreat!" the people below shouted hoarsely.
It's too late.
Countless sticky mud limbs stretched out from its body, ripped open the air, and attacked the lifeless humans on the ground.
- Then, froze in the air.
People raised their heads in shock and fear, only to see a black silhouette appearing above the monster. He was so light, like a silent wind passing by, lightly bouncing on the back of the mud monster.
Immediately afterwards, the crescent-like sickle was raised, and the blood of the sky was reflected on the blade.
The sharp blade fell, like a gentle kiss from the god of death, and slid lightly on the opponent's neck without resistance, just like a sharp blade cutting through tofu without any trouble.
The next second, the head of the mud monster rolled down, and the huge body fell apart instantly.
The viscous mud loses its support and spreads and flows on the street.
The stunned people raised their hands to wipe off the mud that had been splashed on their faces, but when they looked in the direction just now, the figure disappeared without a trace, if it wasn't for the lack of feet on the street. Muddy wrists, they almost thought that the scene just now appeared in their imagination.
"Just now, did you see that person just now?" one of them asked uncertainly.
"I saw..." "Yes, I saw it too."
Such a shocking knife, beautiful and cruel, precise and cruel, seems to be able to take everyone's breath in an instant, as if it was deeply branded into their souls, and it is impossible to forget after seeing it.
"Did you record the readings of that monster just now?"
"A, A grade."
What followed was silence.
They had never heard of it being possible to have humans, to be able to single-handedly fight A-level monsters, and even...
Spike.
The same question is lingering in everyone's mind -
Who is that unknown terrifying powerhouse
"Will it be someone from the bureau?"
"Impossible," one of them said decisively, "otherwise we wouldn't be impressed."
The rest of the people nodded in agreement.
Just as they were preparing to pack up and continue to fight other monsters, they saw a small team suddenly appear from the darkness in the street on the side.
Wu Su ran at the front. He looked very tired, sweating profusely on his forehead, his face and lips turned pale due to the lack of strength, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.
"Brother Wu?" The members of the Combat Section headed by were taken aback: "Why did you come here? What about the block under your jurisdiction?"
"It's cleaned up, so are the two passing by." Wu Su's breathing was rapid, and a flush of excitement rushed to his cheeks. He asked, "How about you? Do you need our help?"
—Yes, they've cleared three full blocks.
Wu Su once teamed up with ace, and he knew the other's fighting style.
Concise, clean and straight to the point.
He focused on ignoring the hordes of ghosts all over the mountains and plains beside him, pointed directly at the strongest and most difficult ghosts, and dealt with the backbone of the entire horde of ghosts with the fastest speed and the highest efficiency, as if he was carrying out a precise battle. Surgery, and he is the sharpest point on the scalpel.
Every level in Specter is a moat.
The sense of oppression and impact brought by one A-level Specter is incomparable to a hundred B-level Specter. When the toughest of them is eliminated, the difficulty of cleaning up the remaining ghosts is greatly reduced.
After ace joined, Wu Su could immediately feel that the fighting pressure of his team was instantly reduced.
Morale soared immediately.
All the people rushed forward as if they had been beaten with blood. Even the ordinary members who had never fought against Specter were no longer afraid. They roared and rushed towards the living corpses on the street.
This is the first time tonight, they have entered the battle with the desire to win.
Like dominoes, one fell and the rest collapsed, and soon, one block, two blocks… three blocks.
In the case of occupying an absolute disadvantage, they reversed the situation and turned defeat into victory.
- Humanity has started a counter-offensive.
They left a part of their hands to continue cleaning up the remaining monsters in the block, sticking to their hard-won victory.
The rest of the people chased ace to support other areas.
ace never looked back and never stopped, but he would always appear in everyone's field of vision, like a clear-cut symbol, silently encouraging and comforting other comrades behind him.
Distant but clear, firm and calm.
The blood-colored sky is still dead, but there is a torrent of forging ahead secretly surging under it, changing the flow of the entire situation.
The other party also seemed to realize the loss of their own advantages.
"Tick."
A clear dripping sound came from the distant city center. The sound was not loud, but inexplicably, everyone could hear it clearly.
At the moment when the voice fell, everyone, even ordinary people without spiritual vision, felt it.
Something has changed.
The temperature in the air dropped rapidly, becoming cold and bone-chilling. The living corpses that were walking unconsciously stopped suddenly. Something was stirring in the depths of their bluish-white skin. Then, the blood vessels and meridians burst out. Breaking through the skin, thick yellow blood gurgled down.
The recorder worn around the waist suddenly surged, making a harsh beeping sound.
"Just now, they were still E-level!" One of the members said in horror: "Now, now they have broken through D-level, and they are approaching C!"
This was a devastating blow to the morale that humanity had just sorted out.
After all, there is only one ace, and he needs to deal with the most powerful high-level Specter.
When the other ghosts were still low-level, they were enough to deal with it, but when all the low-level ghosts jumped up one level in unison, everything changed.
- The other party wants to make ace clones useless, and let the ghosts and monsters drown them in numbers.
Ye Jia stopped.
Standing high, his tall and slender figure was like a dark silhouette under the dark red sky, and it was like a wound cut by a sharp blade on the curtain of the sky.
Ye Jia fixedly looked in the direction of the city center.
there.
He could feel that the strange power was still spreading, and if it was not stopped in time, the whole situation would be irreversible.
but…
Ye Jia lowered his eyes and looked at the humans who were struggling on the street.
The human team, which had just been formed just now, was vulnerable in the face of the suddenly formidable opponent. They were struggling to support and fight hard.
Perhaps it was because he had been away from the game for too long, which softened his heart that he had experienced on the edge of life and death.
Ye Jia's knuckles were slightly white.
He never knew he still cared—he couldn't save them.
When he returned to the dream at midnight, it was broken and the picture appeared in front of his eyes again.
The shrill screams rang out in the darkness of the eternal night, and the blood-stained pale face reached out to him desperately, "Save me, save me!" Those voices echoed in his ears, urging, screaming Written, deafening.
And the self in the dream turned around with a blank face, and walked alone toward the depths.
Ye Jia's fingertips lost blood because of the force.
—No one could save them.
He must leave.
Before it's too late, get to the city center and destroy the power that drives all ghosts and monsters crazy.
Ye Jia retracted his gaze and turned to leave just as he remembered.
A living corpse with four arms on its back pounced on an unattached logistical member, opened its mouth and bit on his shoulder - "Ahhhh!" Desperate screams echoed in the dark street However, no one can save him, everyone is fighting for their lives.
Ye Jia's footsteps stopped suddenly.
He remembered this voice—in the office, this voice once asked him with a smile, Brother Ye, would you like a cup of coffee
Brother Ye, are you off work
Brother Ye, will we go to dinner together later
He smiled and took out his wallet and pointed the photo inside to Ye Jia: Look, my daughter, is she cute
… Oh shit.
Ye Jia turned around, and the blade in his hand appeared.
However, before he could jump down, the ground below suddenly turned a swampy scarlet color, bulging and bulging, and then, the skull of a white goat appeared from below, and it gracefully emerged from below. Floating below the ground.
Everyone's detection equipment made a deafening alarm sound, but before they could do anything, the terrifying monster slowly swayed its huge body and swam around them, an invisible force like Scattered around like a blade.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the four-armed corpse exploded.
It roamed the streets silently. Wherever it passed, there were broken limbs everywhere, but no human being was injured.
The blood Gu fish raised his head, stared at Ye Jia who was standing above with his pitch-black eye sockets, and then waved his tail at him.
Ye Jia was slightly startled, and the paleness on his knuckles disappeared unconsciously.
He came back to his senses, hooked his lips uncontrollably, and said in a low voice:
"… Good boy."
After confirming that the crisis was resolved, Ye Jia habitually lowered his hood, then turned around and jumped in the direction of the city center.
His physique is nimble and brisk.
The scythe's edge fell, and another A-rank Specter wailed and died. Their body shape and strength were absorbed into the sharp blade like a fluid, making it even sharper and shining.
Blood Gu fish closely followed behind him, swimming in the street below.
Humans stared blankly as the terrifying monster swam over their heads, the pale bones encased in flowing blood, and the giant goat skull was terrifying, but every time it passed by them, Specter and monsters seemed to be shredded by countless sharp blades, and turned into pieces in an instant.
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Ji Xuan asked, "Have you all arrived?"
Ami lowered her head: "Yes."
Its face with vague facial features twisted slightly, as if restraining some unbearable impulse.
The influence of the props used by Lord of the Flies not only affects the ghosts lurking in the city, but after all, they have evolved their minds and self-awareness, so their resistance is stronger.
But even so, it is still difficult for them to suppress their instinctive desire to kill.
"Very good." Ji Xuan lowered his scarlet eyes: "Go out and pacify this rebellion."
"Existences other than human beings are all your enemies," there was a cruel smile on the corner of his lips: "I allow you, you can let go and eat this time."
Watching all the high-level Specter leave one by one, Ami leaned over and asked carefully:
"That, Wang, may I ask, this time the blood Gu fish...?"
Ami knew that, as a precise and large-scale aoe, the blood gu fish was the most suitable monster for this scene, but for some reason, the blood gu fish who had always been inseparable with the king was not by his side this time.
If it had followed its previous courage, it would never have dared to ask this question.
But it seems that the effect of the Lord of the Flies props has made Ami bold.
Ji Xuan raised his eyes, if there was any real sight on Ami.
Amiser flinched.
"It's gone." Ji Xuan's voice was low and calm, and he didn't seem to be provoked by the other party:
"This time it has a more important mission."
— so does he.
in the sewer.
Dense swarms of flies shuttled through the dark underground pipes, more flies were attracted, and the swarms of flies gathered in everything.
Soon, Lord of the Flies' figure became clear and stable again.
He breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fears. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance, arranged the props in the city center, and prepared a method for remote activation, otherwise he really didn't know how to escape this time.
Although Lord of the Flies had long known that Ji Xuan was his mother's direct descendant, he had never imagined such a terrifying power gap.
It's terrifying.
If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was still concerned about the existence of his mother, Lord of the Flies suspected that he might be run over on the spot.
It seems that the subsequent actions should be more cautious.
He never wanted to meet Ji Xuan again.
Lord of the Flies' swarm of flies passed through a small opening in the sewer and reassembled into a human form on the street, but before he could decide what he was going to do next, he felt something was wrong with him. Right.
On his arm, one of the small flies was agitating slightly.
The next second, a drop of scarlet blood floated out and silently suspended in front of Lord of the Flies.
Lord of the Flies' face changed greatly.
not good!
However, before he had time to turn around and flee, the space in front of him was suddenly torn apart by a bright red blood.
The next second, Ji Xuan's figure appeared in front of Lord of the Flies.
Lord of the Flies immediately dispersed his body, but it was too late.
The red translucent barrier firmly imprisoned its figure in it, and no matter how the swarms of flies inside hit it, it was as immobile as a wall.
Lord of the Flies spun around in a hurry.
But the barrier in front of him didn't have the slightest gap. Under such a huge power gap, he had no chance of escaping.
Ji Xuan stepped forward unhurriedly, a drop of scarlet blood floating in his pale palm.
He said, "Why go in such a hurry?"
The surrounding barrier slowly squeezed toward the middle with his voice, and the buzzing swarm of flies was like a dark cloud, squirming densely in the narrow space, and the voice of the Lord of the Flies gnashed his teeth. Come: "... Ji Xuan, what are you doing?"
"Anyway, I'm still the king." Ji Xuan lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Don't you know the price of betraying the king?"
Lord of the Flies: "...you!"
It seemed to realize that it had nowhere to escape this time, and suddenly calmed down.
Lord of the Flies sneered: "However, since you are willing to come here and spend time with me, it seems that mother's plan has worked."
Ji Xuan frowned slightly.
"Hahahahahahahaha!! It seems that you are still confused now!" Lord of the Flies laughed proudly: "Our target has been the human from the beginning! ace! Kill him, the mother can recover, but , under your obstruction, it seems that this matter is not going very smoothly... "
Lord of the Flies said: "That's why I'm here to carry out the second plan."
"As long as he turns him into one of us, everything will be solved, right?"
His voice became vicious and pleasant: "Ji Xuan, no one should know better than you, what will happen next?"
- The gate of ghosts opens, urging all the ghosts, there is only one purpose.
That is to make him stronger, more terrifying, and closer to inhuman existence.
Lord of the Flies' laughter is especially sinister:
"After all, mother's direct line, but only the two of you."
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city center.
The number of ghosts here is simply outrageous.
The sickle drew a sharp arc, and Ye Jia's figure was like a sharp blade, and it cut straight through the dense siege of heavy ghosts, as if death were coming again, harvesting the ghosts one by one.
After their bodies were destroyed by his weapon, they melted into misty blood mist, floated towards Ye Jia's body, and turned into a part of him.
The more he eats, the stronger he becomes.
Ye Jia can feel very clearly that he is getting stronger and stronger at an extremely terrifying speed, just like an insatiable monster stretching its curling limbs in his body, showing that he is huge and unparalleled body, silently let out a satisfied sigh.
-Keep going.
The monster that might have taken several rounds to kill could not last a few seconds under his hands at this moment.
Ye Jia's whole body was surging with abundant energy. Wherever he passed, the ground was a mess, and countless powerful ghosts fell under his death scythe, and then were quickly swallowed.
He could feel the call of some kind of power in the dark ahead.
tick.
tick.
Some liquid fell in the darkness, making a clear and subtle sound, and despite the roar of countless ghost monsters, it was still clear as if it was ringing in the ear.
Ye Jia came to the bottom of a building.
Unexpectedly, the front hall of the building was dark and clean, without any trace of ghosts, it was dead and empty, and it was a little strange to normal.
tick.
The sound of falling water drops sounded again.
Ye Jia suddenly realized the silence in his ears.
He turned his head, but found that there were no other Specters behind him.
It's like... they don't dare to approach in this direction.
The blood gu fish who had been following Ye Jia suddenly opened his mouth and grabbed Ye Jia's trousers, as if not letting him continue to walk forward.
Ye Jia bent down and patted its head: "Don't worry."
The blood Gu fish did not let go.
Ye Jia had to pull his trousers out of the mouth of the bloody fish: "I have to go."
Here is the source.
If the source is not cut off, the alienation of the entire city will not end.
Ye Jia turned around and walked calmly into the building.
The blood Guyu hurriedly circled around the door, making a "woo woo" sound in his mouth, but he could only watch Ye Jia's back being swallowed by the darkness in the building.
Very quiet in the hall.
The blood-red light from the sky shone in through the glass door and fell on the dark ground, like a large splatter of blood, like a murder scene.
tick.
The sound of water droplets falling became clearer and reverberated in the empty hall.
Ye Jia's brain was buzzing, like a rusty machine that couldn't work.
There seemed to be nothing else in his ears, only the solitary and even sound of water droplets.
tick.
His legs moved forward automatically.
The closer you get, the stronger the traction ahead.
I don't know how long it took, Ye Jia finally came to the source of the sound.
In the darkness, a blood-red sarcoma floated silently in mid-air, the size of a fist, plentiful fluid seeping from its uneven surface and dripping onto the floor — ticking.
A thin layer of red has accumulated on the ground, like some kind of messy graffiti.
The scene in front of him was weird and terrifying, but looking at it, Ye Jia couldn't help but feel a...
Unspeakably calm.
It was as if the wanderer had finally returned to his hometown after a long absence. The quiet feeling of exhaustion spread out in his body, spreading from his heart to his fingertips little by little.
Reliable, warm, close, accommodating.
It's just like…
Mother.
Keep going. faster. Going home soon.
A voice in my heart urged.
The long-lost, longed, and unreachable peace is just ahead, and it's just one last step away.
Obviously he doesn't need to breathe, but the little black hand feels suffocated under the fear and pressure - it can't come in, and every cell in its body is screaming away.
However, since it was tied to everything with Ye Jia, it was pulled into the building abruptly.
The further forward, the more fearful the little black hand.
It hugged, shook, Ye Jia's neck, screaming: "Run! Run! Wake up!"
It stretched out its hand and pulled Ye Jia with all its strength, trying to pull him in the opposite direction, but the other party seemed to be stunned, walking slowly but unstoppably forward, step by step. Approaching that little black hand instinctively felt fear.
It floated to Ye Jia's face and tried to wake him up with his hands.
However, before Little Black Hand could make a sound, the rest of his voice was blocked back in his throat—
I saw the young man staring into the distance, his eyes that were as shallow as glass turned into pitch black as thick ink, like a bottomless abyss, under which the dangerous and terrifying darkness slowly revolved, as if it could destroy everything. Devouring vortex.
In the dark depths, a small, scarlet dot was reflected.
The red sarcoma is close at hand.
More juice is secreted and falls on the ground.
Tick, tick, tick.
The sound of the water droplets became hurried, as if urging something.
The young man stretched out his hand slowly, his fingers slender and pale, like the clean snow on a winter night, and the cold fingertips moved forward calmly, little by little.
Just before approaching that sarcoid—
Suddenly, the other hand firmly grasped his wrist. The hand was slightly larger than his palm, with well-defined knuckles, and clasped his hand in his own palm with great force.
The dark eyes of the young man moved slightly, and a daze passed from the bottom of his eyes, as if he didn't understand what happened.
A hand came around from Ye Jia's back, and the cold palm gently covered his eyes.
Behind him, a solid chest was close to his back.
The other party's low voice came close to his ear, causing a slight tremor:
"Shh."
"Don't look."